Kinda like a diary of sorts for a gal who refuses to grow up but who's old enough to know better, likes her beach holidays, beer, gin, WoW, music, working out, reading, footie and nerdy, geeky sci-fi stuff...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

What Friends Are For...

Had just gone into the loos at work and the Glamorous C says, "Right, turn around!"

"What...?" I began, but she'd turned me round herself.

YANK!

"Ow!" I cried.

Between her fingers, a thick grey curly hair she'd plucked from the top of my head.

It looked like an old man's pube, or rather,what I'd imagine an old man's pube to look like...

Since I have very straight dark hair, this grey curly thing was sticking out like beacon - what a mate!

But I guess it's only a matter time before plucking them out of my head will be like trying to hold back the waves... *sigh*